Well here we are with two opponents, both former victors, both very skilled. I hope this prologue to the fight will not seem one sided for either fighter and I hope I have portrayed each well enough. I must have gone over this a million times but I think what I am left with will satisfy all. Good luck to both Savlian and Sethyas and let's get this show on the road!


Mehrunes Dagon, while deeply impressed with the previous battle; wanted much much more. His greedy Daedric mind wanted to see more mortals throwing their lives down just to please him. It bolstered his ego, pleased his thirst for pain and sorrow and most of all…it gave him something to do. In his realm, he was judge, jury and executioner; but he left the executing to his “guests.”

His halls were beginning to see the trials of battle but he knew it would take more than a man in daedric armor and a man with magical hilts to bring this palace down so he waved his hands and picked those that have fought before him previously to make things more interesting. It seems as though this could all be made into a tournament of sorts to see who was better than who. Plucking two combatants from previous fights, he magically dropped them down into his makeshift arena before his mighty balcony and licked his sadistic lips in anticipation…

Sethyas, who had thanked the mistress lady luck for his previous win against the mighty, but less lucky Morvayn was the first to fade into view before Mehrunes Dagon. The poison of his arrow saving him and the stroke of luck that guided him paved his way into this heat of the Daedric Prince’s twisted competition. His equipment and weapons were completely unscathed from his previous battle and he stood, immediately ready this time for now he knew why he had been brought here. He wished to obliterate the foolish and petty Daedric Prince for organizing such a bloody game but in order to survive, in order to protect those he cherishes, Sethyas readies himself, eager to fight for himself, his loved ones and in honor of his fallen friend he had defeated previously.

The second figure to fade into the battleground was the captain of the guard in Kvatch. Savlian was also readied for battle as soon as the sickening feeling came over him once again. Still donning his Kvatch attire complimented by a grey cloak, he stands still, remembering the events that unfolded when he first arrived here. He remembers his attempted rebellion against all of this, remembering his sword hitting the ground followed by the furious look on Mehrunes Dagon’s face.

Breaking his spirit instantly, and reminding him harshly of why he was forced to fight the last time, images of a tortured Cyrodiil sprung to mind. His victory in the previous one was a bittersweet one. Being forced to kill a man he had never met was something that would take Savlian a long time to forget. He hoped that Mehrunes Dagon would refrain from interfering in this battle like he did the previous and in even thinking it, Savlian sprung to action not wanting to displease the often impatient Daedric Prince.

Sethyas smirked as his Imperial opponent had made the first move. Cool and calculating, Sethyas imagined hundreds of possibilities before The Captain of the guard in Kvatch was not even five feet away.

The assassin casually strafed to the right and spun around beside the advancing Imperial. With a deadly dagger drawn and placed at the throat of his foe, the Dunmer assassin whispers a ghastly threat.

“No offence but I would like to get this over with.” Sethyas hisses as he draws the dagger ever closer to Savlian’s jugular. With a swift movement, the Imperial reaches an armored hand between himself and the advancing blade and propels his head backwards in hopes of stunning his opponent. The Dunmer anticipates the attack, but with little distance between them, the assassin was helpless as the back of Savlian’s head collided with the Sethyas’ mouth.

Though the assassin was shaken by the defensive counter, he was still successful in having his dagger tear through Savlian's armored gauntlet and across the knuckles of his Imperial Adversary. Sethyas looked at his armored hand, catching the few drops of blood that was seeping through his nose and mouth. More of an impact to his pride than anything, the assassin growls as he lets his bloodied dagger dance across his hand, spinning it playfully as he watches Savlian favor his damaged knuckles.

The Daedric Prince let from his belly an evil laugh at the first sight of blood. He craved more, which he made perfectly clear as he raised one of his axe wielding hands into the air. The two combatants stood still for split seconds, although it seemed like hours before Savlian darted forward, looking to settle the score while Sethyas smiled softly, ready now with both the Black Hand’s Dagger and his Mehrunes Razor...

I voted for Sethyas. Nerevarine, Morag Tong assassin, wielder of the BHD and Mehrune's Razor... I appreciate Savlian's skill, but Sethyas is a [censored-ness] killah--yeah.

Hmm ok...yes...I´ll give my vote to Sethyas, I know how scary he can be...ask Serene!

Savlian. Sure, Sethyas can be mean, but that Kvatch guard is stubborn like you won't believe.

Sorry Mallet, but Seth has my vote. Savlian is a seasoned melee fighter, but Seth is great at blades and crossbow. Those things were the armor-piercing rounds of the day, but we shall see who rises as the victor!

Ack! I'm facing a landslide right now. Though that what happens when you face off against a popular character like Sethyas. Thanks for the vote Jack! I like my characters stubborn and Savlian is an excellent example.

Great fight so far, Taillus. You definitely nailed Savlian once again. I look forward to the (inevitable) end to this duel.

Well it seems like we have a winner. Due to having to visit family for Easter, It may not be until the new week before I can write up the conclusion. hopefully the ending can be to the satisfaction of the two involved. Have a good weekend everyone!

Alright folks,
Sorry for taking so long to get this all finished up but I really wanted to make this special for both parties involved. I wanted to make sure I portrayed both combatants as well as possible and I didn't want to seem rushed. I hope everyone will be as pleased as I am with the ending of this battle and I hope everyone enjoys the read.

Here we go everyone.


Sethyas watched his opponent, looking to succeed where last time proved less-than-ideal for both men. A clash of metal meeting metal echoed through the ravaged halls as the two exchange blows. Outnumbered in blades was Savlian, but his assassin adversary was at the mercy of the simple reach his own weapon yielded. The two men countered and blocked faithfully as though they were choreographed, scripted to perform this deadly dance before Mehrunes Dagon.

While impressed at the skill of both men, the Daedric god was growing bored. This was supposed to be a bloody mess of deep wounds and dismemberment, with the chilling screams of pain following the exceptionally fierce wounds. What this all was not was a test of swordmanship and skill. He wanted these men to hack themselves to bits, not to display their parrying prowess.

Savlian noticed the impatient stance that Mehrunes Dagon was taking. He also remembered what happened when the Prince was not pleased with his performance. Quickly, he decided that Dagon would not let him die from his injuries if he was to be victorious. Mehrunes Dagon would want him to continue fighting as though this was all a tournament. Savlian decided that the sacrifice of pain would have to be made in order to slay his opponent.

Sethyas noted the sudden ferocity from his foe; watching him grow increasingly aggressive in his movements. Sethyas was known for his adaptability and attention to the smallest details that could prove advantageous so, like it was second nature, the assassin altered his fighting style to withstand the fierce and almost blind attacks the Imperial had been launching.

In the blink of an eye, Sethyas noted a key flaw that could work to his own advantage. It seemed as though every time his opponent swung his blade diagonally from top to bottom, he would lose grip of the hilt of his broadsword just briefly before he would arc the blade back up and into the grip of both hands. It was minor, it was almost too brief to notice but to the assassin, it was an opened door and he had to exploit it.

Without warning, the assassin leapt forward just in time to miss the swing of Savlian’s broadsword. Just as he noticed before, the Imperial’s grip in his secondary hand slipped and the Dunmer struck like a coiled and waiting cobra. Patient but eager, the blades in each of the assassin’s hands struck like fangs as they tore through metal and flesh, releasing the deep red of blood for a salivating Daedric Prince.

Not wanting to let his foe recover, Sethyas tore the blades free from the shoulders of Savlian and extended his arms, letting the daggers drip blood on either side before the assassin quickly bent at the knees, eyeing Savlian’s abdomen. By this time, the Imperial had dropped his blade and was gripping his shoulders in blinding pain. One more moment and the battle was over. With a quick and fluid move, Sethyas crossed his arms before his own face as a wave of blood sprayed from the abdomen of his Imperial foe.

The assassin stood with his back to his enemy, thanking him secretly in his mind for not being perfect. If it hadn’t been for that one flaw, who knows how that battle might have ended. Sethyas eyed the floor around him and the fallen body of his former foe for the broadsword that in a twist of fate could have been decorated with his own blood. Mehrunes Dagon has employed the very best he could find, and like all combatants here, Savlian had earned his respect.

The assassin grabbed the hilt of Savlian’s broadsword and placed it in the lifeless hands of his foe. He let the dagger rest atop his chest with his fingers wrapped around the thick hilt. With the blade pointing downward, it was a final sign of respect, letting Savlian cease while holding his blade. Sethyas gave a final nod to his Imperial friend and looked Mehrunes Dagon in the face, studying his eyes for a moment before being whisked out of the arena…

That was quite the thrilling end. All I have to say is having your abdomen ripped open must hurt.

Well... there goes all my characters, I hope that either Rhys or Sethyas now wins, because then I'll be able to brag about how I lost to the best

And what an end. Woot, brilliantly descriptive. Many salutations to Sethyas and let's give our regards to Savlian for putting up a good fight.